Wednesday, June 13, 2012

55 Word Challenge: Week 13

55 Word Challenge

Week 13

It’s time again for the 55 Word Challenge. It is also Jeff’s and my anniversary today, so todays theme is love…with a twist. As you all know, love can be romantic, but it can also be jealous, murderous and even insane. It also comes in different forms. So today’s prompts can include one or more of these elements, based upon the photo prompts provided. This week I am providing two additional photos to help spark your muse.

For those that are uninitiated, the 55 Word Challenge is a contest to write a story in 55 words or less. Not an easy task, but fun and I have been blown away by some of the entries. See for yourself, all the past contests can be found here.

The challenge begins at noon Eastern time every Wednesday and ends at noon Thursday. The story is based on one of three (this week, 5) photo prompts and can be written in any genre you choose. My only request is no porn. I don't want to hear graphic details. If it is erotic, make it titilating, not obsene. I know that can be done and done well.

The story is to be posted in the comment section below, along with your twitter handle or email address, so I can contact you if you are the winner.

And what does the winner get? This purty badge for one. For two, a gift card for $5.00 from Amazon. (The prize will be rewarded within a week and sent to your email.) Also, a copy of my newest short stories, Blood Lust and The Second Wave: A Post-Apocalyptic Tale, both available on Amazon.

Six year old Nicki finds an old doll in the attic. Soon she is behaving oddly, spending most of her time alone in her room. Her mother worries that she is having trouble dealing with the death of her pet cat, while her father thinks she will be fine and will learn to deal with the loss. The truth is far worse than either imagine. Nicki has been cutting herself to feed the doll, who has an insatiable appetite for blood.Terrorized by her new 'friend', Nicki is trapped in a nightmare, unable to tell anyone what Susie is making her do, because as the doll demonstrated with her cat, she is fully capable of killing.

A young woman, Fran, seeks refuge from the cold in an Ohio farmhouse. Wanting to forget the past several months and the horror she has witnessed, she convinces herself that she is safe, at least for the moment. Relaxing and enjoying the winter scene, she falls asleep and wakes to a new nightmare. Soon she learns that what happened at the beginning of the Zombie Apocalypse wasn't the worst of it. There was more to the virus that created the monsters that now ruled the earth. The infection was mutating and what was coming next may mean the end for all those left alive.

“We can never be together you know. It would be abomination against nature. Don't look at me like that with those cool blue eyes. I know, I feel the same way. But my family would disown me. Forget my family, NOBODY thinks it is a good idea for a werewolf and vampire to mate.”

Diary, You won’t be happy to have my pen scrawl upon your pages. As I only return to confess what I said I wouldn’t do. With his arms wrapped around me the urge took over. I knew what I had to do.I thought falling was the tough part until the darkness seized my soul.

Karen fell to the bed exhausted from the night’s pleasure. The arm of her new lover fell over her shoulder. It was cold to the touch, and she smiled. He was beautiful, just as she had found him at the club. And he would stay that way forever, now that the taxidermy work was finished.

The blood that was slowly flowing throughout his body has started to run wild. He could not look away from the light blue eyes yet still sensing the sensual rhythmic moves of her body as she seems to dance toward him.

She slides the razor with ease across his throat. His sacrifice confirms true love.

Warmth curved around my shoulder, his fingers gently claiming. His lips touched my bare skin and I smiled. The heated musk of passion wrapped around us, took me back to the moments I’d held him deep within me.

“I love you,” he whispered.

And he meant it. Wolves mated for life. Werewolves mated for eternity.

The makeup artist worked all day to turn me into a werewolf. It was worth it. I knew she loved werewolf stories. When she got home, she did what I’d asked. She came to the back yard, where she found a werewolf howling at the moon. Priceless. Best anniversary gift I ever gave her.

She knelt eyes closed. Memories flowed over her. Love and trust. Both shattered by betrayal. Anger swallowed her, forcing back the images.She hugged the wolf once more, stood and lifted the bleeding heart from the floor. She bit her lip and smiled as she placed it in the pan. Revenge is sweeter fried.

Night enfolds us. The air is thick and muggy as we move forward together, the change almost completed. Blood spatters cover each of us, from our feeding frenzy. The young lovers were tasty, especially with fear as a spice. My mate and I prowl together, looking for the next kill. Will it be you, perhaps?

She lingered over her, the scent of the blood taunting her senses. Blade had been an excellent lover, but he should have known better than to cheat on her. Now she was posed ready to dispatch his blond bimbo, but the harlot launched a sneak attack, pulling her down into a kiss and drawing blood.

55 Words

And with that, 55 Word Challenge is now closed. I will announce the winner later tonight.